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The Winters are so short

The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod— Myself—for scarcely settled— The Phoebes have begun— And then—it’s time to strike my Tent— And open House—again— It’s mostly, interruptions— My Summer—is…

The wind trapped like a tired man

The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, “Come in,” I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air.…

The wind begun to rock the grass

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,– He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like…

The Wind begun to knead the Grass

The Wind begun to knead the Grass— As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain— A Hand full at the Sky— The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— And started all abroad— The Dust did scoop…

The Whole of it came not at once

The Whole of it came not at once— ‘Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chance— The Bliss to cauterize— The Cat reprieves the Mouse She eases from her teeth Just long enough for Hope to tease—…

The Way I read a Letter’s—this

The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ‘Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure— And then I go the furthest off To counteract a knock— Then draw my little Letter forth And…

The Veins of other Flowers

The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.” We pass, and she abides. We conjugate Her Skill While She creates and federates Without a syllable.

The Truth—is stirless

The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to move— This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve— And Oaks untwist their fists— And Mountains—feeble—lean— How excellent a Body, that Stands without a Bone— How vigorous a Force That holds without…